Allanea wrote:Hullephaath, Phyrexian Camp
Hullephaath stands. He is somewhat human-like - seven, maybe eight feet tall, his head elongated like a misshapen fruit, his face concealed down to his nose with a grey metal helmet. A closer inspection reveals he is even less human than it first seemed, his flesh slippery and grey like on a slug.
As the Marine is carried to him, several of the Reavers holding on to the man’s limbs, Hullephaath speaks, his voice croaky. It seems like the words of Common come to him with an effort.
“Greetings, warrior.” - he says. “You will serve us well.”
During the short journey, the Marine had been performing intricate actions under his helmet using his tongue, a setup so intricate it couldn't be done on accident. And he had one last bit to do as he was brought up to the ugly-ass man. The Marine looked down on the creature, uttering a simple, "Boy I fucking hope not."
Before he flicked the final switch and, after about a 2 second delay, detonated with the force of a 10 kiloton bomb as he triggered the solar-particle reactors emergency system.
Allanea wrote:
“What we have here is wafers and roll wafers,” - Cassiopeia says, “And we have some tea.” - as one of her bodyguards prepares and pours the tea, and sets out the plates, she speaks.
“The facts are simple. There has been a fractal disturbance, in fact a series of disturbances, due to a misuse of fractal artefacts. Now the civilized nations of the world are all by attack by a whole menagerie of evildoers. In this location, for instance, we are being attacked by a Phyrexian Army under Praetor Sheoldred. Like elsewhere, they desire to consume and subjugate, kill and enslave.” - she paused.
“And this is why we’re going to fight and kill them until they fuck off, and then bring the fight to Phyrexia itself as they try to run. Are you going to help us... or, perhaps, in some corruption of the senses, are you going to side with Yawgmoth?”
The Negotiator took a sip of the tea, and a bite of the wafer, savoring its taste for a moment before responding, "Seeing as they have breached standard non-aggression and treaty protocol and taken a Marine as a POW, we are most certainly allied with you in this effort. And I know for a fact that the people above will be happy to assist your nation in wartime. You need only confirm that you wish for our assistance."
The Marines seemingly had a shock to their senses, they rushed back outside and looked in the direction of the Phyrexians, seeing the plume of smoke and hearing the terrifying crack, they saluted for what seemed like a eternity, knowing what the signal they had received was, and who it was, raining down pieces on the battlefield.
The Negotiator sighed, "It is a true shame..." he paused, "We are certainly more than willing to assist you."